Hogni Love Letters
He grew up in a house of stones
A safe and solid house of stones
But rocks are hard, cold, and numb
And he's feeling like they can't be moved
Now he's writing love letters
Now he's writing love letters
To his past and his present, to wish it well
Hoping his memories will be blessed
She grew up in a house of leaves
But leaves may go as the winds may blow
As free as no man dares to dream
But always following the wind
Now she's writing love letters
Now she's writing love letters
To her past and her present, to wish it well
Hoping her memories will be blessed
One day the winds will come his way
Bringing warm leaves to wrap his stones
And she will rest on a windless night
Knowing that that's where she belongs
So, now they're writing love letters
Now they're writing love letters
To their past and their present, to wish it well
Hoping their memories will be blessed
